The Deathworlders Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had a war to fight. I buried the question and moved on. I led tens of thousands of warriors through the night to the borderlands. The situation was worse than I'd imagined. Smoke billowed into the sky. The air reeked of char and iron — the smell of burning and blood. I had to steel myself just to keep breathing. Bodies lay within every ten paces. Wolves who had lost their homes and families knelt on the scorched earth, howling in grief. This place was pure hell.

The Horror stood above shattered kingdoms. Mountains collapsed beneath its shadow. The world was ending. Thomas recognized the battlefield immediately. It was their world. His world. And standing before the Horror— was himself. Alone. Every other Crown Holder was gone. Ava. Rowan. Cassian. Valen. Dead. The realization hit him like a blade. The future Thomas fought desperately. But he was losing. Slowly. Inevitably. Then darkness swallowed the vision. A second future appeared. This time the world survived.

She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book of DEATH REINCARNATE.” Hearing the pleasant title of the world that HE is somewhat been rooting for as it is the very world where He plans everything to spin and twist as the final battlefield. Worst as it is the primary word where HE imprisons the primary and primordial sins who defies HIM along with the first creation that rebels against HIM. HE could not help but giggle in pleasure and excitement as HE draws a final sinister smile at the very end and whispers.

Alexander said in a deep voice, “Got it?” The Underworlders nodded. Despite them being split between wanting the Lady to crown the Dark Lord and wanting to kill the Lady, they all at least agreed on one thing. That no one shall take what is theirs. They were Underworlders. Creatures that hid from the day and basked themselves in darkness. Creatures that did not belong in both Heaven and Hell. They were in the precipice of existing and not existing. But what is theirs shall always be theirs. “The Lady is ours,” Alexander said again.

There was a kind of eeriness that had been lasting for thousands of years, as if they would jump up and bite you in the next moment! There were even piles of entrails, which were wriggling, and it was very bloody and horrible. This was a world completely made up of various dead bodies. All kinds of unimaginable ways of death and all kinds of unimaginable tragedies could be seen in this world. Even though Ding Hao had experienced countless battles before, including killing Surviving Species of the Untainted Land and killing scum of the Human Clan, and even though he got used to the bloody scene, he could not help fearing when he walked in this world for a long time.

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "

Down in the streets, Tank, Reaper, and Sienna were listening to the broadcast over their bike radios, their faces illuminated by the dashboard lights. "The Board is gone," Dax continued, his words cutting through the static of the old world like a blade. "The Nullity is ash. But the real architects of your miserythe Foundershave woken up in Neo-Angeles. They are dying, and they are coming to drain the life from this new world to save themselves." He paused, letting the silence hang over the frequency.

“It was made. Deliberately. A small group decided there were too many people in the world and arranged to correct that.” No euphemism. No administrative language. She refuses to turn mass murder back into a line item on the committee’s agenda. “Most of them are dead. Some are not.” A murmur moves through the room and stops. “The survivors did what powerful people tend to do. They built redundancy. They prepared facilities. They protected their supply lines and their records.” She pauses. “The world ended. Their administration survived.” That gets the smallest sound from somewhere near Aaron. Not quite a laugh. More the noise a person makes when reality has become too stupid to process normal

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...